A female subordinate forced to cross-dress by her boss

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Chapter One: A Wrong Beginning.

My name is Jiang Yanfeng, 23 years old, male. My name sounds feminine because my father named it after his favorite martial arts novel character. Although I sometimes get teased about it, I think I quite like the name. However, my physique is very unlike that of a martial arts novel character. I'm 160 cm tall and weigh 45 kg, a typical frail scholar. Because of this, my nicknames have always been something like "Little Swallow" or "Little Maple."
In college, I majored in Business Administration. Perhaps it's because I've grown up, but most of my classmates call me "Yan Feng," only occasionally jokingly calling me "Little Maple." My rather happy college days passed by like this. Some of my friends chose to pursue graduate studies, while I, through a friend's recommendation, got a job at a company.

This "friend" was actually a senior in the same department, named Su Yulang. Although I didn't ask, I secretly wondered if we shared the same name from a martial arts novel. Actually, I wasn't close to him at all; we'd only met a few times at department gatherings and were acquainted. He

was the complete opposite of me. He was 180cm tall with a strong physique, and in my memory, I never saw him without a female companion, while I hadn't even held a girl's hand in four years. I heard that my senior's family had a considerable business, but he chose to start his own company, attracting investment from foreign companies and establishing himself as a rising star in the industry within just two or three years.

Although I wasn't lacking in confidence, I was still flattered and overwhelmed by the recommendation from such an outstanding senior; I could only assume it was a special favor for a junior from the same university.

We had been communicating via email, and finally, we scheduled a short interview. Even though I had already secured the job, I figured the basic procedures were still necessary.

The day finally arrived. Wearing the suit I bought in college, I went to the building and took the elevator to the floor where my senior's company was located. Greeting me was a rather sexy office lady. She wore a white, form-fitting blouse and a short, tight skirt that would expose her if she moved too much. The most striking feature was her red high heels, which swayed in front of me, making me a little uneasy.

She led me to the "General Manager's" office. "Excuse me, General Manager, the interviewee is here," the woman knocked on the door. A senior's voice came through, gesturing for us to come in. The woman opened the door but then left; I guessed he was his secretary or something.

Inside, the senior was already standing to greet me. He was as tall and strong as I remembered, the suit looking even more sharp on his muscular frame. We exchanged a few pleasantries, and the senior student explained that he was actually the ultimate decision-maker here. The board members were all overseas, and the position he was offering me was as his secretary. He hadn't had a secretary for a while, and he thought it might be helpful to have someone he knew.

I then realized that the woman I'd just spoken to was actually only responsible for handling miscellaneous tasks, helping the senior student with some matters when he didn't have a secretary.

"By the way, please don't call me senior anymore, call me General Manager," I said somewhat awkwardly. "It's fine to call me senior when we're alone," the senior student smiled slightly, still giving me a way out. Then the senior student mentioned that for some strange reasons, everyone needed an English nickname. His was "Jade," and the woman's was "Scarlet," and he wanted me to think of one too. "Then...maple?" "That's nice, very cute." Being called cute at this age is still a little embarrassing, and I couldn't help but blush.

After some brief introductions, my senior asked another person to show me around the company. My office was in the same room as his. After a brief introduction to my colleagues and the environment, my official start date was set for next week.

And that's how the mistakes began.

Chapter Two: The Price of Mistakes .

At the start of work, I first had to diligently memorize all of my senior's schedules. His effort was astonishing; he was almost constantly on the go, negotiating, or attending meetings. He definitely needed a secretary to help him arrange and record his schedule. He also reserved some rest time.

After working alongside my senior for several weeks, accompanying him to social events, helping with meeting minutes, and even going for a drink together after work, we had become very good friends.

"Maple, want to come over for a drink?" My senior had a rare day off and invited me to his house. Having nothing else to do, I naturally wouldn't refuse his warm invitation.

He cooked himself, and surprisingly, his cooking was quite good. "You'd make a good husband," I said. "Haha, too bad you can't find a wife." He's probably too busy with work; he doesn't have a girlfriend right now. We had a few more drinks, playing video games at his house. Besides reminiscing about university days, I also noticed his boyish side. And I was used to his enthusiastic arm-in-arm gestures.

But not everything went smoothly. I, who thought I was already quite adept at it, surprisingly missed an important client meeting. Although I noticed it quickly, the client seemed quite angry. My senior colleague and I could only apologize repeatedly on the phone. He told me he would handle the rest personally, and my punishment would be dealt with later.

I could only continue organizing documents and postponing other meetings absentmindedly. Late at night, my senior colleague returned. At this point, only the two of us remained in the company. "Maple, although they've decided to forgive us, the case was still snatched away by someone else." Looking at my senior's distressed expression, I didn't know what to do. "Now there are only two solutions: one is for you to bear the loss, and the other is... come to my house this weekend and we'll decide." This case involved millions of dollars; how could someone like me, just starting out in the workforce, afford it? But my senior wouldn't mention the other option, only asking me to come to his house. Although full of doubt, I figured I probably had no other choice.

That day after work, I got into my senior's car to go home with him. Today was a day that would determine my fate; I felt both regret and secretly relief that perhaps there was still a chance to salvage the situation. We drove in silence the whole way, the car speeding along.

When we arrived in the living room, my senior told me to sit down while he went to get something. He returned with an outfit, and I was still puzzled. "Take responsibility for the loss or wear it, choose one," he said.

I then realized it was an apricot-colored office lady suit, a ruffled blouse and a fishtail skirt. I didn't know where he got the clothes, but he wanted me to wear them. I couldn't understand this perverted behavior and prepared to leave, but then I remembered the debt I'd be burdened with if I left. So, I turned back and expressionlessly took the clothes from him.

"Sorry, I've never told you I actually like cross-dressing," he said casually, sitting on the sofa, looking at me, bewildered, holding the clothes. My senior had no choice but to give me commands, one by one. First, I was told to take off my clothes. I slowly took off my suit jacket and put it aside, but he didn't seem to be in a hurry for me to put it on. He wanted me to remain naked while he slowly took out a few more things from the room: a set of black underwear and black stockings.

First, I had to put on the underwear. Having never dated a girl before, this was the first time I had ever encountered women's clothing in this way. I put on the women's underwear, and the strange feeling of being covered still made my lower body react. My senior looked at me with satisfaction. Then he asked me to put on a bra. Having only seen how to put on and take off bras in porn, how could I know how to do it? While I was still struggling, my senior stood up and fastened the bra for me.

His movements were so gentle, unlike those of a man. After fastening my buttons, his fingers lightly traced my back, his hand encircling my waist. He forced me to look in the mirror and whispered in my ear, "Maple, you're so cute." I shouldn't have reacted, but I felt a little lightheaded, and my lower body swelled up again. I immediately glared at him as a powerless act of resistance.

Then he made me sit on the sofa and personally put on my stockings. To be honest, the feeling of being served was surprisingly not bad, if only he wouldn't keep touching my legs. I was unwilling, but I couldn't resist this man. He kept rubbing his large hands between my calves and thighs. Although I felt disgusted, I also felt a strange pleasure mixed in.

This was perhaps the first time someone had ever desired me so intensely. Wearing only a bra and stockings, my senior continuously caressed my legs and buttocks, occasionally slipping his hand inside the stockings to touch my penis and anus. Even though I was unwilling and tried my best to suppress my reactions, my body honestly and gradually felt pleasure.

This continued for about ten minutes before he finally let me go. I could only glare at him with tears in my eyes; perhaps in his eyes, I looked more like a spoiled little woman. Then he asked me to put on a shirt and skirt, and from somewhere he produced a pair of black boots. What frightened me most was that these things actually fit my figure perfectly.

At his command, I posed for a few photos, then he told me to change back into my original clothes so he could take me home. To my surprise, he just let me go so easily? But I couldn't just leave the photos in his hands alone… I was incredibly conflicted.

"Come again next vacation," he said in his deep voice. It sounded more like an order than a threat, even though my debts and the photos made it impossible for me to refuse. I could only nod helplessly in the car.

Before I got home, he gave me a pair of stockings, which I casually put in my bag and hurried back to my rented apartment. What happened that day had a huge impact on me. I was so disoriented that I fell asleep without even taking a shower.

Chapter 3: Gradual Sinking

The next morning, I woke up much earlier than usual, only to realize that I didn't have any transportation to work. My motorcycle was just parked at the company. My senior had already messaged me to say that he would be picking me up today. I breathed a sigh of relief, but I was also more uneasy. How was I supposed to face my usually gentle and funny senior, who had suddenly turned into a pervert who liked men wearing women's clothing...? After

struggling with this internally for a long time, I changed my clothes and waited for my senior to arrive at home. About half an hour later, my senior's car arrived in front of my apartment.
After getting into my senior's car, we didn't say a word to each other, but my senior seemed to enjoy the awkward silence. Seeing his relaxed demeanor, I couldn't help but lightly punch him in frustration. He just laughed even harder, leaving me sulking. Thinking about it, it actually felt a bit like I was being clingy with my senior...

We went into the office and continued working as usual, but I became more aware of any physical contact with him. Then it was lunchtime, a rare day without meetings. Usually, we'd go to a restaurant for a leisurely lunch on days like this. But now, given my relationship with him, I couldn't bring myself to talk about it.

I awkwardly tried to eat lunch alone, but he called me back. Just as I turned around, he hugged me and started stroking my butt. Even though I'm not gay, I felt excited.

"Put these on." My senior had somehow produced another pair of stockings. Unable to resist, I could only obediently comply. I took off my pants and underwear. Unlike last time, this time there were no women's underwear, and my senior just watched me clumsily put on the stockings.

After some effort, I finally managed to put them on, relying on my memory from last time. My penis touched the smooth feel of the stockings, and I couldn't help but get a slight arousal. My senior then came over and adjusted the stockings for me, continuing to stroke my legs. Still wearing only a shirt, I felt even more ashamed than last time, especially since this was the office—this was the company! But my inner roar clearly couldn't reach my senior; instead, my awkward movements probably excited him more.

He pulled me to the black sofa in the office and told me to sit properly. Before I could even figure out what was going on, he used my lap as a pillow and lay down.

"What are you doing..." "I want to sleep for a bit." It was such a simple, yet baffling, answer. His hair tickled me, making me involuntarily twist my thighs slightly. Lying on a man's lap wasn't comfortable at all, especially with that protruding obstacle, but it didn't seem to affect his sleepiness.

Soon, heavy breathing filled the air, and warm breath blew onto my lap. My sleeping senior, now, seemed kind of cute. No, no, how could I have such thoughts? I was clearly being coerced by him, yet I still couldn't help gently combing my senior's hair, taking care of this man who only showed weakness in front of me. I kept telling myself I was only doing it out of necessity, it was just a side effect.

As I looked at my phone, my break was almost over. Having not eaten since breakfast, my stomach wasn't just empty, but also a little resentful, making me want to play a prank on my senior. I gently lowered my head and whispered in his ear, "General Manager, time to get up." My voice wasn't very deep to begin with, and calling him so softly probably would startle him.

Unexpectedly, I was the one who got out of the loop. My senior simply opened his eyes slowly and sat up from the sofa. Then he pulled me towards him and kissed me on the cheek. I immediately blushed and ran away.

"Go eat." He'd done that kind of thing and then just left me hanging, returning to his seat. At least he had some conscience by letting me eat. I quietly changed back into my original clothes, leaving my stockings lying around on my seat, unsure where to put them. My senior ignored me, continuing with his work. I swore I wouldn't bring him any food.

An hour later, after half-playing the victim and calming myself down, I returned to find the stockings gone. The only culprit, despite my cold, disdainful gaze, remained completely unperturbed. But my work wouldn't allow me to scorn him for long. I resumed organizing the necessary documents.
Finally, it was time to leave work. "Take your bike home. I'll give you a ride to and from work starting tomorrow." My senior's latest order was utterly baffling, but I was happy to be spared the hassle of riding myself.

This continued for about a week. Aside from riding in my senior's car, my life seemed largely unchanged. Surprisingly, he didn't bother me at all that week, perhaps because he was busy with work. I secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that perhaps my senior was just acting on a whim, but a sense of being played and abandoned lingered.

After being driven back to my apartment, I unexpectedly found the stockings I had previously tossed into my bag. Apparently, I had hurriedly stuffed them into a compartment last time and hadn't touched them since. Luckily, no one had noticed.

Looking at these stockings, I was troubled about what to do with them. Suddenly, a desire to wear them welled up inside me. I told myself I just didn't want to waste the stockings, and that they were quite warm. I knew I was just fooling myself, but I needed a reason to wear them.

I slowly put on the stockings; after all, it was the third time. I skillfully put them on and adjusted them. Looking at my legs, I couldn't help but masturbate, my mind filled with thoughts of the first time my senior had played with me. As I fantasized, I couldn't help but orgasm and ejaculate inside the stockings. I quickly took off the stockings and threw them away.

Did I really enjoy being played with? I'm not a woman! The post-ejaculation period, a moment of quiet reflection, helped me regain some of my senses. But I can't forget the pleasure of that moment. It was even more pleasurable than when I masturbated in the past.

The next day, I couldn't look my senior in the eye anymore. He seemed to notice the change in me and suddenly asked me to come to his house today. I put on a reluctant expression, but inside I felt a little bit of anticipation and excitement.

When I got to his house, I took out that outfit again and changed into it, somewhat prepared. This time, I even felt that I looked a little cute. My senior seemed quite satisfied. I still pretended to be reluctant and asked him, "Are you satisfied?" He hugged me from behind without saying a word and kept stroking my buttocks.

What he did actually excited me, but I wasn't the only one. My senior put one arm around my waist and the other hand on my flat chest, pressing me against the dressing mirror.

I felt something hard and huge pressing against my buttocks. Was that my senior's penis? It was so much bigger than mine... I was completely outmatched by him in terms of masculinity. Under his strong physique, I felt like I was being held in his arms from behind.

The senior lifted my skirt, pulled down his pants, and began rubbing his penis against one of my buttocks. Seeing this huge, hot beast, I realized that what I had was probably just a toy compared to him.

His rubbing quickened, his breathing became heavier, and I cooperated by lifting my skirt, my buttocks swaying. Looking at my reflection in the mirror, was this lewd, yearning person really me? The girl in the mirror looked so desperate for a man's love, her seductive expression desperately tempting him.

With a low growl, the senior ejaculated his hot semen onto my buttocks. The thick, white semen contrasted sharply with my black stockings, and his still-erect glans was smeared with semen on my thigh.

And so, that was the end of today's demands. My senior told me to take off my clothes and take a shower, and gave me a set of women's pajamas. I hadn't ejaculated yet, and my mind was still hazy, so I could only obediently do as he said. After showering, my senior told me to rest in the guest room. Thinking about it carefully, I realized I was already wearing the pajamas, so I had no choice but to spend the night there.

In the guest room, I couldn't help but take out my phone and search for a few crossdressing AVs that I had never watched before. Wearing the cute pajamas, I tried my best not to make too much noise while masturbating. But what I was thinking about was imagining myself as the crossdresser being brutally penetrated, my anus being stretched, and my penis being played with. When the actress reached her climax, I also climaxed. Then I drifted off to sleep.

When I woke up the next day, the unfamiliar room startled me. I then remembered that I was at my senior's house, and that I was wearing women's pajamas. After getting dressed, with some time before work, I left my room to look for something my senior could cook at his house. I quickly made some fried eggs and bacon—enough for two, of course.

My senior woke up shortly after, and we ate breakfast together, getting ready for work. I no longer felt the resistance I had the first time; instead, I was somewhat looking forward to being a girl...

Chapter Four: The Craving of Desire.

As usual, I arrived at the company and began another day of work. However, my senior showed no signs of wanting to attack me today. What was I expecting? I couldn't help but get angry at my increasingly twisted mind.
Until the end of the day, we acted like normal working people, the only difference being that he drove me home. But he didn't harass me at all, nor did he order me to do anything. Was he trying to make me unbearably aroused? Hmph, I was forced into this by him anyway, and now I'm actually getting my way.

Back in my room, I opened some adult videos I'd saved to try and relieve my recent frustration, but I couldn't get excited like before. I forced myself to ejaculate, but felt a strange emptiness. I couldn't help but open an online shopping website and order a pair of stockings, telling myself it was just for arousal and that I didn't actually like cross-dressing. Although my mind was still filled with desire, my body was already exhausted. In my hazy dream, I was being pinned down on the bed by a burly man, but I seemed to be enjoying it...

The next day, even I could tell I hadn't slept well. I got into my senior's car, and he asked me a few questions. But it was just the usual concern of a friend. Then came the usual work, the usual rest, and another "normal" day passed.

My senior didn't bother me at all. When I got home, the stockings had arrived. To avoid being recognized, I specifically chose a convenience store that was a bit far away to pick them up. Even though it was the correct pickup procedure, I was still a little nervous, afraid that others would discover I had bought stockings.

Putting on the stockings, the silky feel excited me. I originally wanted to watch the AV I watched last time, but I couldn't resist searching for crossdressing AVs instead. My gradually rising erection and a hot body urged me to watch crossdressing AVs. Watching the crossdressing actress, her underwear and stockings torn, I felt an immense excitement, but secretly, I projected myself into her shoes. Imagine being pinned down by a man stronger than yourself, constantly craving penetration.

The male actor relentlessly slammed into the crossdresser's large, un-masculine buttocks, producing loud slapping sounds, his short penis swaying with each thrust, her dilated anus engulfing his erect penis. With the rhythm of the thrusting, the male actor gradually increased his speed, then ejaculated inside the crossdresser. Perhaps stimulated, the crossdresser also climaxed and ejaculated.

At this point, I couldn't help but masturbate to orgasm, ejaculating into the stockings again... Why did it feel so good? I was still immersed in the afterglow of my orgasm, watching the thick semen flowing from the actress's back door, and I couldn't help but imagine myself being filled as well.

The next day, I couldn't help but look forward to being invited out by my senior, but he still didn't make any move, just going about his normal work as usual. Since he was like this, I could only pretend nothing was wrong and continue working.

This continued for about a week. I bought more stockings, even going to a drugstore that was quite far away to buy them myself. I knew deep down that the clerks didn't care who bought what, but I still felt like they were watching me closely, and this tension added a little excitement.

During this week, every time I got home, I would put on stockings, watch crossdressing AVs, and imagine being played with in different scenarios. Sometimes I would be followed by the shop assistant, sometimes I would be harassed by a pervert on the bus, but most of the time I would be violently assaulted by my senior. I also started browsing women's clothing on shopping websites, imagining what I would look like wearing them. I knew it was wrong, but I also realized that I was gradually becoming unable to live without the pleasure of dressing up as a woman...

Finally, I couldn't resist and ordered a gray dress for myself. My normal work life continued. Sometimes I would deliberately get close to my senior, but he seemed to have no reaction. I could only continue to masturbate in my fantasies.

Until that day, I saw my senior and Scarlet—the pretty woman who had greeted me first—chatting and laughing together, with Scarlet constantly clinging to him. It was already after work, and there weren't many people left in the company. Seeing this, I deliberately let my senior see me and quickly left.

Once outside, I couldn't help but feel a little regretful. After all, I had come to the company in his car; walking home would take at least an hour, and taking the bus was out of the question—I wasn't familiar with the area, let alone taking an expensive taxi.

But I still sighed and walked slowly. Why be jealous over such a small thing? More accurately, I had no reason to be jealous at all. Instead, I should be glad he wouldn't threaten me anymore.

As I was thinking this, I suddenly heard the sound of a car slowly approaching from behind. I turned around and saw the car stop right next to me. It was my senior's car! He rolled down the window and gestured for me to get in. Still wanting to be stubborn, I took a few more steps forward, but unexpectedly, he got out of the car, grabbed me, and practically forced me into the car.

In the car, he kissed me forcefully. The intertwining of our tongues, the licking and biting of my lips, made me increasingly unable to resist. My body grew hotter and hotter from his caresses. "Come home with me," he said firmly, leaving me nodding softly.

When we arrived at his house, as usual, I changed into my underwear, put on stockings, and dressed in women's clothing. My expression in front of the mirror was so moist, yearning to be loved.

My senior carried me to the sofa, his strong arms encircling me. I sat in his lap, curled up like a kitten, rubbing my head against his chest, occasionally looking up for a kiss. It had only been a week, yet I had become so craving his affection, so much like a little woman.

In his arms, he kept touching my sensitive areas, gradually arousing me more and more. Even through my underwear, his huge, hard penis pressed against my buttocks. I could feel the sensation of that large, firm penis, which completely surpassed the sensation of my small genitals. Was it right for me to be played with by my senior...?

Then he turned me around, and I was lying face down on the sofa with my buttocks sticking up, my skirt half-off. My senior gently stroked my buttocks, sometimes patting them lightly. The sound of each pat made me feel even more pleasure from being played with by a man.

My senior then half-removed my stockings and took out a bottle of lubricant and a small anal plug from somewhere. The plug was about the thickness of a finger. He put some lubricant on his finger and then slowly and gently applied it to my anus. Just swirling it around the opening gave me a pleasure unlike any I had ever experienced, but at the same time, I felt ashamed of the pleasure of having my private parts played with like this.

As my anus gradually became moist, I felt it opening and closing. My senior applied lubricant to the anal plug, pressed it against my anus, and slowly inserted it to dilate it. The discomfort of the foreign object was stronger than I expected, but fortunately, the ample lubrication prevented excessive pain. My senior's gentle and slow insertion also felt comfortable. Finally, my senior pushed the entire anal plug into my anus, and I could only slump weakly on the sofa. My senior gently stroked my head and kissed me from time to time. The feeling of my anus being filled gradually turned into pleasure.

"Now it's time to properly train Maple's asshole." The senior said while touching my buttocks, constantly rubbing my buttocks with one hand, which made my clenched rectum clench even tighter. My back was no longer anus, but the senior's asshole.

Then the senior released his grip and came in front of me, pulled down his pants, revealing his 18-centimeter-long, thick, black, huge penis. Although it wasn't the first time I'd seen it, it was the first time it had appeared in front of me

like this. If this thing were inserted into my anus, I'd probably really break down... The pungent smell of his penis wafted over, and the air was filled with powerful male hormones. "Come on, suck me." Hearing the senior's command, I slowly licked the glans and coronal sulcus, just like I'd seen in porn, occasionally licking the inside of his penis. But no matter what, my inexperienced technique meant I could only suck the tip before I couldn't accommodate the deeper part of his penis. But the senior seemed to enjoy this inexperienced oral sex, stroking my head with pleasure.

I felt like I was being conquered by this powerful man's body. While licking his penis, my anus was being penetrated. My body and mind gradually succumbed. I felt happy serving my senior, wanting him to violate my anus...

My skills were clearly not good enough to make him ejaculate. He made me stop oral sex and slowly pulled out the anus plug from behind me. The moment it was pulled out, the pleasure made me momentarily lose my senses. I remained in the doggy-style position, my hands supporting me on the sofa, while my senior straddled me from behind, but still didn't penetrate. His huge penis rubbed rapidly against my buttocks. His hands also stroked my penis. And just like that, we both reached orgasm simultaneously. My senior's copious semen sprayed onto my white, tender buttocks, while mine gushed onto the sofa.

In a daze, I only remember being carried to bed by my senior. When I woke up the next day, I found myself in his arms, feeling aroused all over, wanting to be possessed by this man. I couldn't help but kiss him, continuing to savor the warmth in his embrace.

Chapter 5: Intoxicating Domination

Since the last time I had a deeper penetration with my senior, I haven't gone home this week. Our schedule has become fixed: go to work, go back to my senior's house, I change into women's clothes, and my senior starts to use an anal plug to train my anus, then takes off his pants and makes me give him oral sex. Whether it's from the front or the back, I'm gradually becoming more and more familiar with the pleasure of being filled, and I'm even starting to let my senior give me oral sex. But my senior still doesn't intend to penetrate me from behind, and continues to use the anal plug to dilate my anus.

I've completely decided that I'm a slut who gets more pleasure from being violated. The humiliations my senior constantly whispers in my ear only excite me more, like, "Maple, how does the general manager's cock taste?" To be honest, the smell of a penis, the stench of pre-ejaculate and semen, would normally be unpleasant for most people, and would even make them frown.

But dressed as a woman, I crave my senior's penis like crazy. The stench of his penis has become a kind of aphrodisiac for me. Whenever my senior presses his thick penis close to my face, the penis pressed against my face often makes me lose my ability to think, and I can only lick his penis and fawn over him. With his huge penis pressed against my face, I frantically inhale the stench of his penis like a sow in heat.
Like licking an ice cream cone, I grasped his penis, gently licking the inside. Sometimes I would take the glans into my mouth and use my tongue to lightly circle it around the coronal sulcus. At other times, I would try to swallow and release my senior's huge penis. He seemed to enjoy it too, stroking my head like a master petting his beloved pet.

Then he pulled out his penis, and we switched places. He had me sit on the sofa and took a dildo that was even thicker than the previous anal plug, filling my anus again. Although it wasn't as big as his penis, it was still better than the previous anal plug.

While playing with my anus with the dildo, he also played with me, who was only wearing stockings and a shirt. He slowly stroked my calves and licked my fleshy thighs, which lacked exercise. His thick, long penis would occasionally rub against my other calf due to the movements.

My feet rubbed against my senior's thick penis from time to time, while he used a dildo to play with my anus, dilating it as he did so. As the dildo hit my prostate more and more often, I gradually couldn't hold back my desire to ejaculate. The senior's caresses and the pleasure in my anus finally brought me to orgasm, and I collapsed onto the sofa.

My senior's enormous penis, slick with pre-ejaculate, had already made my soles sticky. His thick, fleshy shaft felt like a wild beast ready to pounce. He continued to rub his penis against my soles, and as it swelled, hot semen spurted onto my legs…

With his ejaculation, the day's training ended. After showering and changing into silk pajamas, we embraced and fell asleep. The next day, we went to work. That was pretty much our routine.

The following Monday, my senior seemed to want an even more intense session. He brought his clothes to the office, locked the door in the general manager's office, and I changed into women's clothing. We began caressing each other again.

My senior was sitting in his office chair. I knelt down in front of him, pulled out his penis, and began licking it, as usual. However, doing this at the company added a sense of transgression, which excited me even more. After a while, he lifted me onto his lap again, kissing me passionately, licking my neck and collarbone. I responded

with excited moans. I wrapped my arms around him, and he kept sucking and licking my chest. My penis was incredibly aroused, pressing against his abs, while his huge penis throbbed against my buttocks. We continued this foreplay for quite a while.

My senior finally couldn't resist any longer and pulled me onto the sofa. "General Manager...we can't do this at the company..." I lay on the sofa, sticking my butt out and swaying it to seduce him. I said no, but kept rubbing my fleshy butt against his penis. "What a slutty secretary," he said, slapping my fat butt, making me moan.

He then thrust his penis up and actively rubbed it against my butt, like a doggy style. One hand was on my waist, and the other was slapping my butt...

I was pinned down and could only let him dominate me. In this beast-like position, he used his big penis to make sexual movements on my butt, kneading my fleshy butt and stimulating my anus with his fingers. Panting, as my senior's pace gradually quickened, his scalding semen sprayed onto my stockinged buttocks. So aroused, I too climaxed and ejaculated, lying there panting...

Chapter Six: Complete Sinking.

After the intense flirting at the company, my senior and I, besides the training at home, increasingly engaged in intense training at the company. He gradually escalated the level of training, filling my anus with ever-growing anal plugs.

Finally, that day arrived...

I changed into my usual office attire. As usual, my senior touched my feet, and we caressed each other incessantly. His strong arms embraced me, and as he grew increasingly excited, he pulled off my skirt and forcefully kneaded my fleshy buttocks. Our lips met, our tongues intertwined.

My senior had one arm around my waist and the other hand began to reach for my breasts. Even though my breasts were flat, the bra gave them some curves and elasticity. He kneaded them without restraint and slowly unbuttoned the top. I pretended to submit and let him play with me.

Then, my senior buried his face in his chest, inhaling deeply. His hand, which had been on my waist, moved restlessly to my buttocks. Unlike the rough handling at the beginning, this time he gently caressed my buttocks, occasionally poking my cleft. The warmth of his breath on my chest made me unable to resist wrapping my arms around his neck, savoring the sensation.

After a while, he licked my collarbone, slowly pulling down my shirt, kissing my shoulders and chest. I hugged him, thirsting for him. He picked me up, his huge, hard penis pressing against my soft lower abdomen. The pre-ejaculate from his glans moistened my navel, and my body grew even hotter with his burning member.

My senior lifted my legs and pressed his large penis against my soft anus, which he had trained for so long. He slowly pushed his thick glans into my back hole, which was thicker and hotter than any dildo or anal plug. I felt my anus being stretched open.

As his penis went deeper inside, I felt more and more filled with happiness. My anus gradually took on his shape. The pleasure of being violated overwhelmed my reason. With his gentle thrusting, we kept kissing.

Under my senior's powerful thrusts, I was brought to a prostate orgasm. During my orgasm, my anus clenched even tighter around his penis, and the intense pleasure caused my mini penis to spray semen onto him. Even after ejaculating, I still wanted to be violated again; this is probably what female pleasure is.

With my senior's huge penis inside me, I looked at him with wet eyes, craving more in his arms. "General Manager, how about I cum inside your little secretary..." The power of those words made my senior even more excited. He pulled out his penis, bringing me to another slight orgasm.

My senior turned me over and gently patted my buttocks.

I leaned against the wall, waiting to be penetrated from behind. Unlike the gentleness of the last time, this time my senior went all the way in, even deeper than before, making me so happy that my eyes rolled back.

The slapping sounds of their thrusting filled the room, a lewd chorus. His relentlessly penetrating penis sent me to ecstasy time and again. Finally, my senior couldn't hold back any longer. He slapped my buttocks hard, wrapped his arms around my waist, and thrust in for the final moment. With a shudder, his hot semen spurted into my vagina.

And so, I became my senior's lover, lost in the throes of lust...

(The End)

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